A few words of scolding him are called vulgar words, and now they want to withhold his money, which is their true temperament. If the people who called down knew that the immortal Master Xuanyi they believed in was such a person, they would not know how many knots the bowels of the penitent green would be.

Xuan recited a few words of Buddha again, and a little monk in Tsing Yi came up and put the pot away. He drooped and watched, quite reluctant.

"Master Xuanyi, abstinence, abstinence." Zhao Xiangling smiled with his head propped up.

Xuanyi closed his eyes and said profoundly: "Amitabha, killing is a protector, the old monk never pays attention to the desire of the mouth, but just for the sake of life." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Xiangling asked with a smile.

"Look at that chicken, it was saved from the bazaar by the old monk." Xuanyi, "The old monk raised it under the Buddha's seat, hoping that it would concentrate on cultivating, but he didn't expect it to change its evil deeds, and he actually dug soil and digging pits in front of the Buddha, and swallowed ten earth dragons every day." The old monk couldn't bear to look at it, and he sang the Buddha and listened to it every day. Who would have thought that it would not change its murderous intentions, and it would change from ten earth dragons to fifteen. So the old monk taught it to be good with a stick, but it flew and attacked, but he hit the stick and died. ”

Zhao Xiangling squinted and smiled: "Then why did it enter the pot?" ”

"Amitabha." Xuanyi bowed his head and smiled, "Everything has a spirit, and a spirit is useful, originally the old monk planned to let it enter the earth for peace, but it gave a dream to the old monk, saying that he did not want to live in vain in this life." The Buddha forbids meat, if you force others to crack it, the old monk is really embarrassed, so he has to fulfill it with his body. ”

"Alas, Amitabha, good, good."

Xuan bowed down and recited tens of thousands of words of Buddha.

The celadon next to him couldn't help but laugh, and wrote with a trembling pen: At three quarters in the middle of the day, Master Xuanyi explained the subtle Buddhism with His Majesty, and His Majesty was enlightened.

"Xuanyi, it's uncomfortable for you to look at me at such a young age, let's have a serious chat." Zhao Xiangling suddenly sat upright and said.

Xuanyi also sat upright, becoming more and more serious. He took out a large handful of mustache from his bosom, put it on his face, and covered it with his sleeve, and he didn't know what he did. When he put his hand down, he was a white-bearded old monk.

Seeing this, Celadon got up and said to Zhao Xiangling: "Your Majesty, the slave and maid go out first." ”

After Zhao Xiangling nodded in agreement, she put away the record book and bowed backwards.

Xuan Yi asked in an old voice: "Your Majesty, the old monk sees that you are confused, why don't you come and watch with me?" ”

Zhao Xiangling lowered his eyes and saluted him: "Master Xuanyi, if a person is moody, why?" ”

Xuan Yixue's bright eyes swept over her front hall: "Your Majesty is talking about yourself?" ”

Zhao Xiangzero nodded and did not deny it: "Exactly." ”

After thinking about it, Xuanyi took out a brown clay teacup from his sleeve, put it on the table, and took out an iron teapot with a smoking spout from his sleeve. The teapot was rattling, and the water was still boiling.

For such a strange thing, Zhao Xiangling did not show the slightest surprise, and he could even be regarded as accustomed to it. She just waited quietly, waiting for Xuanyi to give her an answer.

Pouring out a cup of hot tea, Genichi made a gesture: "Your Majesty, please." ”

Zhao Xiangling glanced at him: "Why do I want to take a cup of boiling water to scald myself?" ”

If you look at the smoke in the teacup, you know that it must be hot.

Xuan smiled: "If you don't take water, you naturally don't feel the water boiling, Your Majesty, you understand." ”

Zhao Xiangling was stunned. If she doesn't care, why is she angry? Where is the sorrow? To put it bluntly, all the emotions are just because I want to take that glass of 'water'.

Frowning, Zhao Xiangling shook his head: "Xuanyi, do you know that the king of a country can't be emotional?" ”

"Your Majesty, if a person has no emotion, then he is not a person, he is a god." Xuanyi sang Amitabha Buddha and said with a smile, "Just as wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha sits in his heart." can clearly judge whether it is, why not be afraid of not being able to put it down? ”

"Instead of delaying and being uneasy, if you let go and do it, you will be worried for the rest of your life, how can it be the way to secure the country and the people?"

Zhao Xiangling still hesitated: "But his identity is really ......"

"Today you are you, and he is him, and tomorrow you are you, and he is he? You can be you, you can be him, and everyone is just a few pieces of flesh and blood, and in one place, how can they know their names? It can be seen that he is just stuck between a few surnames. ”

After thinking about it carefully, Zhao Xiangling suddenly folded his palms and bowed to Xuan Yi one by one: "Thank you master for solving your doubts, I thought, I probably know what to do." ”

Xuan Yi bowed back: "Amitabha, good, good." ”

The two got up and watched the Buddha in the hall, the sandalwood was abundant, the Buddha was prosperous, and the peaceful state was not described in detail.

Then, another chicken was killed on the stick, Xuan Yi picked it up, and Zhao Xiangling had a full stomach, and the former sent Zhao Xiangling out of the temple.

While walking, Celadon recorded: When Shen, Master Xuanyi had a meal with His Majesty, clear porridge and tofu, no greasy, Your Majesty used it, and praised it again and again.

In front of the mountain gate, Xuanyi looked at the blue sky and white sun above, and sighed: "Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng, know that I am a butterfly, and a butterfly is my yes?" I am you, you are not me, remember? Keep it in mind, and all disasters can be solved. ”

Chattering is Xuanyi's specialty, and no matter what he says, it is no different from chanting. Zhao Xiangling was drowsy when he heard this, and waved at him: "Master, I am gone, there is no need to send it again." ”

After speaking, he strode down the mountain, and his steps were much lighter than when he came.

Of course, it is brisk, although it is said that the line is put on again, but after all, there is no need to kneel and worship, and there is no huge white sun on the top, and the road down the mountain is much smoother.

How mighty Zhao Xiangling's frame was when he came, and even more so when he went back. After all, the officials who came here in advance were going back with them.

You can't let them blow all night in the mountains, can you?

Flattening his body on the cushion, Zhao Xiangling yawned and said to Celadon: "Something to call me." Celadon you can sit down and rest for a while. ”

Hearing this, Celadon moved a soft stool and sat down beside Zhao Xiangling: "Your Majesty, you can sleep at ease, the slave will call you if there is something." ”

Nodding, Zhao Xiangling closed her eyes, her eyelashes no longer fluttered, and the occasional glance under her eyelids proved that she was still awake. But the celadon fell asleep deeply, asleep in the bumps of the carriage.

Zhao Xiangling couldn't sleep. The perennial sense of crisis told her that her side was not safe. The palace maid outside the carriage had a few new faces, the wind outside the window seemed to be a little tight, and there was a smell of freshly churning earth in the air.

All of this made her feel uneasy.

vaguely felt that something big was going to happen, and asked Zhao Xiangling to prepare in advance. As the king, she must ensure that the southern kingdom will not be chaotic under any circumstances.

Sure enough, when he was about to leave the mountain, Zhao Xiangling's twelve horses on the throne suddenly went berserk for some reason, raised their hooves and galloped, and stepped on the dusty road.

The coachman in front of him was trampled by the horse's hooves, and before he could cry out in pain, he was crushed under the wheels, and the coachman grabbed the reins, but the dark arrow struck, and the coachman fell under the car and was silent.

At this point, Zhao Xiangling's frame has completely become a headless fly. Because Zhao Xiangling wanted to rest and drive all the palace maids out of the car, only Celadon was waiting.

Celadon doesn't know martial arts, so when encountering danger, the only one who can really do it is Zhao Xiangling.

Your Majesty, it's in danger!